[His breath catches and he arches into Kavinsky's touch as his fingers dragged down along his spine. There was something about the way he said the words that buried itself between his ribs. He'd never had anyone that really had offered to catch him, to hold onto him. He's always been expected to stand on his own, and he did, most of the time.

But this was-- There were moments where he needed someone.

He made a helpless sort of sound as K's hand curled at the back of his neck. His own hands pressing softly against his chest, his eyelashes fluttering as he looks into the other boy's dark eyes. There was something magnetic about the moment, about having K catch him when he felt like flying was the same thing as falling. He murmured as he considered the question, which was at least easier to talk about.]

Good. Probably have bruises tomorrow.

[He smiles, but it's soft, a little unsure. That feeling that he can't quite explain. Desire that makes his heart beat rabbit fast.]

I mean, usually I flinch away from it. I've kept this distance from Skov- you- everyone, because I didn't want.. But now everyone knows, so if someone wants me- it's like I can trust it. So I didn't flinch. We fought until it felt like something else. Not like fighting. I couldn't think.

[His words are slow and heated and Elijah laughs a little at the end because he still can't really think straight, but he figures Kavinsky knows that. He feels almost drunk on it. It was a long way of saying that Skov had pushed him further than they usually went. Until Elijah was a mess with how it felt.]